Jiang Han went to Liu's house and invited Aunt Liu over.

She danced and shared her thoughts with everyone and looked forward to the future.

Although she was beaten and teased by everyone again because of this, in the end, everyone accepted her division of work.

Aunt Liu and Yun Niang are the main force in making zongzi, and they purchase glutinous rice and other materials part-time, and the requirement is to try to keep down some prices, even if they buy more at a time.

Daddy Jiang and Xiao An are responsible for purchasing 80 packaging boxes, rattan, bamboo or wooden, at will, the principle is that it is cheap and interesting.

Of course, Jiang Han can't just command and not work, she has to be responsible for all the miscellaneous work, learn to make zongzi, and help with hard work.

The next morning, after Jiang Han went to the teahouse, everyone went their separate ways.

When Jiang Han came back from the closing of the teahouse, everyone got together again to talk about their progress and put forward new opinions.

Aunt Liu and Yun Niang lived up to expectations and bought back glutinous rice, bacon, mung beans and peanuts at a price one or two lower than usual. It's just that the dried bamboo leaves for making zongzi are only partially bought, and Aunt Liu means that the rest will be picked by herself in the back mountain, so that you can save some money.

Father Jiang and Xiao An went to several rattan craftsmen, and after comparison, they chose a simple and generous style. However, he proposed that the cut bamboo be sent to the carpenter for processing, so that the cost of packaging could be reduced by at least one-third.

In the end, everyone happily decided that Jiang Han would be responsible for going to the back mountain to cut bamboo and pick bamboo leaves. Aunt Liu even asked her to go when she was in the middle of the day, and temporarily handed over the matter of the buns to Yun Niang and Father Jiang.

Yin Shi went to the back mountain to cut bamboo—which meant that she had to get up in the middle of the night, but fortunately it was almost summer, and the day dawned early, otherwise she would have to go up the mountain in the dark—these people didn't think of her as a woman!

Although she had a grudge, she had to go honestly, who made her say that she was a brick "where you need to move"?

Come out of the Zhupai Lane where Jiang's house is located, walk along the path to the northeast of Luoxia Town for more than a quarter of an hour, at the fork at the foot of the mountain, walk east for more than half an hour, and you will arrive at the southeast foot of Xiaoluoxia Mountain.

There is a small bamboo forest that stretches from the base of the mountain to the halfway slope, hidden under large rocks jutting out from the mountain.

Strictly speaking, this can only be called a bamboo bush, because it is too sparse and scattered.

Maybe because there are more stones than mud on Xiaoluoxia Mountain, these bamboos are really thin, and the largest estimate is only three or four fingers thick. However, with the occasional exposed stones, there is a very ancient style of ink painting.

Jiang Han looked at these thin bamboos with a big head, and it was appropriate to cut a few to make baskets, but to pick as big as possible from so many small bamboo leaves, this was not something that could be picked in a while.

No wonder Aunt Liu had to let her come when she was in Yin, otherwise she wouldn't be able to go to the teahouse when she filled the two feet wide and arm-deep back basket behind her.

At this time, the sky has just revealed the white of the fish's belly, and the entire Luoxia Town has gradually woken up from sleep.

However, the place was still silent, and when I looked up, the big rocks behind the bamboo bushes looked like monsters squatting here.

Jiang Han retracted her gaze and walked slowly towards the bamboo, the creaking sound on her feet was particularly harsh, a gust of mountain wind blew, the bamboo shadow shook gently, the bamboo sound was swaying, she trembled, and goosebumps all over her body.

"Ahem, ha!" She swallowed, cleared her throat, despised herself, and pulled a woodcutter out of her back basket......

Then she held the knife in her hand, raised it to the sky, opened her mouth and began to sing.

Just listen, a burst of birds flying in shock, accompanied by strange songs and self-talk, broke the silence of this mountain forest.

"The king told me to patrol the mountains...... The sun winks at me, the birds sing to me, I'm a hard-working, unclingy leprechaun......"

"Oops, this one is good, cut it!"

"The mountain road here has eighteen bends, and the waterway here has nine links...... The king called me to patrol the mountains, and I will turn the world around......"

"This bush has good leaves...... Picked ...... Wow, isn't this a bamboo shoot! …… It seems too old......"

“…… Mountain songs are like spring river water...... The king asked me to come to patrol the mountains, catch a monk to make dinner, the water of this mountain stream, incomparably sweet, do not envy the mandarin ducks and do not envy the immortals......"

"Oops!" The cry of pain finally interrupted the dissonant magic sound, and after a "bang", accompanied by another cry of pain, Jiang Han covered his cheek that was scratched by the bounced bamboo branch and jumped out.

She looked around, and finally saw two people on a large rock on the left side of the hillside.

Hell, early in the morning, the remote foot of the mountain can also encounter this "black and white two fools" - is this to upgrade to the rhythm of "black and white impermanence"?

"Hey, Jiang Xiaoer, what are you singing nonsense? Even ghosts have to be scared to death by you! Lu Tong, who was squatting on the stone and looking down, teased mercilessly.

"You black and white impermanence are not still alive and well!" Jiang Han said angrily, "If you don't sleep well at home in the middle of the night, what are you doing in the mountains?" Who just hit me with a stone? ”

"In the middle of the night? I was just about to give you this sentence! Why don't you sleep at home, what are you doing here? Lu Tong asked rhetorically.

"Hmph, who is like you young masters, I am a poor public who gets up early and is greedy for darkness, and of course I am here to work when I go up the mountain at this time!" Jiang Han said contemptuously.

"What are you cutting bamboo for?" Lu Tong looked at the bamboo cut down by the bamboo bush and asked curiously.

"Doing big things, of course! told you, boy, it's a waste of energy! Let's go, don't bother me with my work! Jiang Han shouted at Lu Tong angrily, directly ignoring Lord Shen who was standing behind him and looking sideways.

"What a great thing you can do!" He turned back to Lord Shen and said, "Guangde, let's go and have a look!" ”

Without waiting for Lord Shen to answer, he stood up and disappeared above the hillside.

"......" Lord Shen looked at his back, then looked down at Jiang Han among the bamboo bushes under the mountain, frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and disappeared from the stone.

Half an hour later, the two appeared in front of the bamboo forest.

There were already four bamboo poles on the edge of the bamboo forest to clear the excess twigs, Jiang Han ignored them, and was squatting on the ground, picking bamboo leaves.

Lu Tong came over and asked with great interest, "What's the use of you picking so many bamboo leaves?" ”

Lord Shen is still the same as the 10,000-year-old glacier, silent, but people can't ignore his existence.

He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Jiang Han quietly.

She was wearing a narrow sleeved blue short, but this blue was darker than the previous one, with gray leggings tied around her trouser legs, and a gray ribbon in her hair, which was only tied in a ponytail at random. A thumb-length cut had been cut on the right cheek, and the blood that flowed out had obviously been rubbed indiscriminately by her, and the unwiped blood stained on the face, leaving a faint mark.

Lord Shen stared at the marks and the blood spots on the wound, feeling that they were particularly dazzling, and looked at his brows and couldn't help but wrinkle.